R.P.M. (explicit Album Version Explicit) - Disturbing Tha Peace

Ft. twista

Shawnna kick hot sh*t for *****es that got they baby daddies locked

In the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong

Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone

Sellin rock on the big phone

In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out

Leave you wet with you chest out

Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a ni**a fill a never realer ni**a

Drill a ni**a *****in with a villian never spill a ni**a

***** that! Ni**a bust back, we in the 'Llac

Me and my *****es all strapped

Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac

Fittin to react, and pop a ni**a for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)

Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon

Now with the murderers are known felons

I gotta pop a ni**a drop a ni**a rock a ni**a shock a ni**a

Lock a ni**a ***** a ni**a, cop the floppin ni**a

Roll for my *****es that be droppin in the strip clubs

Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin

If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones

Then you get you a big gun

Mother*****ers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on *****

Put it straight to yo' dome heads

Now you *****in with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers

Bangers - niggaz that with them real mother*****ers like whoa!

It's real real - on the block I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a ni**a wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say

So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)

Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

Twista kick hot sh*t for hoes and thugs

In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down

To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks

To my thugs that call over to they mob

And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and coc*ine

To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to

They will steal a ni**a touch a ni**a check a ni**a cut a ni**a

Pull the trigger bust a ni**a, yellow mother*****er ni**a

Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and w**d it up

And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone

Full of some sh*t that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up

Got you fillin the hole then go see your body

Probably reanimated with all my legit ballaz rollin up

Up the streets stuffed the beats

So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes,

Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin

Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times

K-Town, West side, South side

Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme

Whatever set you represent throw it up

If you buck or crunk then take yo' mother*****in shirt off

Dealers get your work off; you wanna party

Full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz

Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz

I'ma kick hot sh*t for *****es up in the industry tryin to compete me

I'm from the hood South side, West side

Where niggaz'll put a mother*****in slug in my enemy

Motown, Pucketown, do or die

The difference between a mother*****in thug and a gangsta

One's thug in a chamber

Get a ni**a stick a ni**a put him in a ditch and then forget a ni**a

Hit a ni**a puck a ni**a little with the rocker ni**a

Puff that say you love that

We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac

Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back

Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks

And it's speakin like,"wow, that, blunt let me hit the w**d"

Cause I been feelin like

***** a ni**a bust a ni**a Shawnna never love a ni**a

Chi about to show the mother*****ers how to rush a ni**a

Crush that put it on momma

On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana

To the Shawnna and put it on ya

Flows who you froze in a comma

We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business

Flows in yo' dome in an instance

Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's

And the bd's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and god!